The Wrong Woman

Mila asked, "Aren't you curious about how Daniel's been lately?"

"Wanda, I need to go. My mom's calling me. Let's talk later when I have time," Sienna said before ending the call.

Mila frowned, her eyes welling up with tears. She slumped into Nathan's embrace, blurting out, "I'm devastated. Sienna's getting married. What about Daniel?"

"But didn't you say he's assertive? What's there to worry about? If he truly cares for Sienna, he could turn the situation in an hour, let alone a month," Nathan reassured her. "Really?" Mila asked, blinking her eyes.

Nathan gently stroked her hair and kissed her. "You've looked up to him since we were kids, and there's a good reason for that. Have faith in him, and let's see how things unfold." "Okay."

In the lobby of a nice hotel in Eastville, Sienna forced a smile as she came back to the table. "Sorry about that. I had to take a call."

Sienna's mother, Shelly Cruz, kicked her sharply with her foot. Sienna winced and turned to Shelly.

With a friendly smile, Shelly apologized to the Lintons, who were sitting across from her. "I apologize for the interruption. Sienna's usually quite sensible. That call she just took must have been from her boss, so she had to answer."

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with another 500 thousand. And if she blesses us with two boys, that's a total of gifts

in her sparkling eyes. "Absolutely! Sienna's incredibly fertile and

felt suffocated. She couldn't shake the feeling that she was being treated like a mere baby-making machine, discussed solely in terms of

across from her, remained silent

Sienna's phone lit up with a flurry of notifications, buzzing incessantly. The sudden noise drew everyone's

sheepish grin, Sienna uttered, "Oops, excuse me while I

expression quickly shifted from curiosity to dismay. A series of photos flooded her screen, all sent from